All Chapters of The undercover billionaire : Chapter 81
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chapter eighty one
The auto shop was quiet, the fluorescent lights humming softly overhead. Arthur scanned the final row of vehicles, already losing interest, when a sales attendant hurried over.“Good evening, sir,” the man said with a tight smile. “But we’re about to close. Please come back tomorrow.”Although his face was neutral, his time was dismissive.The male attendant, Jared, had been watching since Arthur stepped into the shop. Their shop was high end, and difficult for small attendants like himself who struggled to make sales. At first he thought Arthur was going to buy a car, but when Arthur repeatedly walked through the cars, only looking, Jared figured he was one of those window shoppers.Leon’s eyes narrowed, but Arthur kept his hands in his pockets, silent.The attendant, Jared stepped slightly forward as if to usher Arthur out.“We’d appreciate it if you could head toward the exit now. Thank you for understanding.”Arthur didn't move a muscle. This angered Jared. “Sir. Please leave, I
chapter eighty two
“It's a fake!" a voice ripped through the crowd and it came from the young man that had stuttered in earlier. Everyone turned, and Jared, holding the card, felt his arms tremble. Ryan Foster, the rich kid decked with designers from head to toe, spoke up. "check if it's that card is real." Jared—the attendant with the card—felt his stomach twist. He had been certain this guy was just bluffing, but the way Arthur didn’t argue or blinked… It made his palms sweat. “What… what would you like to buy?” Jared stammered. Arthur pointed lazily behind him. “That one.” Heads turned immediately, drawing gasps at the car Arthur had chosen. “Is he serious? That car is expensive!” “Some people just don't know when to stop. Why can't he just admit he was wrong?” It was the most expensive car in the showroom. A top-tier hypercar freshly imported. Two million dollars? No. That was a fifty million dollar car, the Bugatti Tourbillon 2025 — “Titanium Eclipse” edition. It was
chapter eighty three
"You are really funny." Arthur lightly said, but Leon could tell the anger behind his words. Gracie didn't even give him a chance! "The truth hurts, and I am merely helping people before they fall for your petty tricks!""Why are we still arguing? Call the cops!" "Yes manager, let's have him thrown out!"Just as the tension heightened, the manager’s phone buzzed sharply.He glanced at the screen.It was the owner of the auto shop – MR. Vincent LUIS calling.His heart skipped as he hurriedly answered, "Hello?""Did someone just buy something?" Luis cut to the chase, and the Manager's heart tightened.“Sir? Yes, someone just swiped—”“STOP HIM!”The voice on the other side thundered so loud that the manager almost dropped the phone.“S-Sir?”“The black card that was just used—STOP the person immediately! Don’t let them leave!”That was all he said before the line went dead.The manager froze, and color drained from his face.To him, there was only one logical explanation.He slowly tu
Chapter eighty four
Ryan swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple jumping. His lips trembled as he forced a stiff bow. “M-Mr. Arthur… I-I didn’t know. Please, forgive—” Arthur didn’t even look at him. He moved his gaze instead… to Gracie. Her entire body shook, and even her makeup seemed to crack. She staggered back like a drunk, gripping a nearby car for support. Arthur’s voice was low, “You’re really bold, Gracie.” She flinched as if slapped. “You barge in where you shouldn’t. You lie. You accuse. And..." his eyes sharpened, “—call me a thief?” Her legs nearly gave out. “I-I was just trying to help—” “Help?” Arthur stepped closer, and her breath hitched. “You’ve always been loud." He tilted his head. “Today you almost ruined people’s lives.” Luis lowered his head further, respectful yet afraid. “Mr. Arthur, should I escort her out myself?” That question alone made Gracie pale further. “N-No! I-I didn’t mean to—Arthur! Please—!” Arthur didn’t answer her. Instead, he turned to
chapter eighty five
Towards the exit, Arthur spotted Ryan waiting anxiously by the side, but Arthur didn’t spare him a glance. He had gotten what he wanted, and staying any longer in this suffocating place would only darken his mood, so he left. Two security personnel opened the door for him, holding it as he passed. Arthur noted the change in attitude, but didn't say anything. Not even as Luis personally saw him off. However, on getting to where their car had been parked, heels clacked rapidly behind him. “Arthur! Arthur, wait!” Gracie—still shaking from earlier—rushed after him, wiping her tears dramatically as if she hadn’t been shouting at him moments ago. “Arthur, please,” she whimpered, voice dripping with fake remorse. “I-I didn’t mean any of that. I was just… confused. You know how rumors can affect people. Please don’t misunderstand me…” Arthur stopped walking. For a moment, hope flashed in her eyes. But when he turned, his stare held nothing—no warmth, no pity, just cold di
chapter eighty six
Arthur and Mr. Price stepped quietly into Mason’s private ward. It was located in one of the secured rooms inside the Price estate’s medical wing.The air was filled with the scent of disinfectant.Mason sat propped up on the bed, his face pale and drained of color. Even breathing looked like an effort.Arthur’s chest tightened.“Mason…” His voice was low, rougher than he intended.Mason lifted his gaze, managing the faintest smile before bowing his head toward Mr. Price.“Sir… I failed you.”Mr. Price’s expression softened—a rare display from him. “Enough of that.”He walked to the bedside, placing a firm hand on Mason’s shoulder.“You survived. That is what matters. Leave the rest. There's always a next time.”Before Mason could protest, Mr. Price gently but firmly cut him off. “Focus on recovering. That is your only task.”He gave Arthur a meaningful look.“I’ll be outside.”As his father left, Arthur pulled a chair closer and sat beside Mason.For a moment, neither of them spoke.
chapter eighty seven
Laura's hands trembled as she dialed her mother. The call connected on the first ring, and Laura didn't even give her mother the chance to speak.“Mom!” Laura’s voice shook. “Something’s wrong. Terribly wrong. Someone is buying out our shares in the company and now everything is collapsing. They said we need three hundred million or—” “What?!” Hannah’s sharp voice cut her off. "What did you people do?! Did you people offend someone powerful?”The Harris living room fell silent.Offend someone?At the burial… yes, they had caused a scene—more than once.They had thrown insults, mocked people, and pushed where they shouldn’t have.But that was just noise. Nothing had happened afterward.Still…“…Could it be them?” Laura whispered, dread creeping into her tone.The room stiffened instantly.Laura shook her head hard, almost panicked.“No, Mom! It can’t be. Why would they go this far over something so small? No—it must be someone else.”Her denial came too quickly. Hannah’s eyes narrow
chapter eighty eight
Meanwhile, Arthur equally heard of the banquet, but from a different source.Standing before the mirror, Arthur buttoned his collar with measured movements. The deep navy suit fit his frame perfectly, sharp and understated. Leon adjusted the cuffs and handed him a sleek black tie.“You’re announcing your company soon,” Mr. Price had told him earlier. "It's good for you to go out and mingle."Tonight’s banquet was hosted by Mr. Cole, one of Mr. Price’s oldest friends, and a man with considerable influence. A perfect stage for Arthur to step into the upper circle openly and subtly.Arthur tightened the knot, eyes cold and calm in the mirror.“Ready,” he said.Leon nodded. “The car is waiting, young master.”—outside the banquet hall...A massive line stretched before the entrance. Guests in crisp suits and glittering dresses waited as security inspected each invitation card with strict precision.Arthur and Leon joined the queue briefly.Their own invitation was unique—made specificall
chapter eighty nine
Outside the grand entrance of the banquet hall, a black limousine glinted under the warm lights, its doors opening to release well-dressed guests. Crystal chandeliers sparkled through the glass windows, promising an evening of power, wealth, and influence.Laura and Racheal approached nervously, their eyes flicking to the crowd. Both had dressed their best—Laura in a midnight blue gown that hugged her figure, Racheal in a deep crimson dress—but their confidence was faltering.“What if they don’t let us in?” Laura whispered, clutching her small clutch bag.Racheal scanned the entrance, noting the line of sharply dressed security personnel checking invitation cards. Her lips pressed together in frustration. “We didn’t get an invitation. You know the rules. If you keep acting like this and they notice, they’ll turn us away immediately.”Laura’s hands shook slightly. “But… this banquet could be our chance. We need to make contact, at least try to talk to them before things go further with
chapter ninety
Somehow, Racheal had managed to bribe the manager into helping them in. With the manager’s discreet assistance, Racheal and Laura had managed to slip inside the lavish banquet hall. They pressed themselves along the edges of the crowd, attempting to blend in with the well-dressed guests, their hearts hammering against their ribs.Meanwhile, Hanna navigated the hall with Kyle and Janet close behind, moving gracefully from group to group. She was determined to smooth over the offense their family had caused, to rebuild fractured relationships and salvage the family’s influence.The Benson family had been relatively accommodating, nodding politely at her words, allowing her the face she sought. But the Yates family proved a far more difficult challenge. Each time Hanna approached, their expressions remained cold and unyielding. They dismissed her overtures, shaking their heads repeatedly, leaving Hanna simmering with restrained frustration.“Grandma, let's not bother with them,” Janet s